Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-04-29

40, he rsaii. het aiass--t,,aa,sa 4, f.s
heels IN the vile tilth Of Paris
1t was really pity to see those delicate
snd beautiful things--created to be dipped
only IN the azure Of hesyen--gradually
lose their luster and change into hide
ously yellow mess OF wet feathers.
Missiles Of all sorts, cabbage heads and
orange peelings We're thrown AZ him. A
defoi med little punchinello, who encoun-
tered the poor cherub III front of cafe,
lesped up and threw his arms about his
neck and mockingly murmured vows OF
eternal love. Then he suddenly emptied
a beecher Of stale beer over his head.
The mud colored fluid deluged the long,
pale blue robe which the strange traveller
wore, and, in turn. also soiled the silky
plumage of his wretched wings
Happily night came at last, 10 protect
and console. The singular traveller then
felt rs one delivered from pain. He
walked about in the streets like a dying
creature, joStled occasionally by people
passing, who after hastily glancing at
him. proceeded on their way, saying TO
themselves:
What n queer costume! That fellow
won't look very clean at the ball 10 night;
ne as muddy as i0SI dog.
About IL o'clock two young men-a
clown and Il court fool--on their way To
the opera house encountered the singular
traveller near La Madeleine.
He was sleeping on a bench, all of a
heap. behind flower stall.
Dirty a. il WAS, the costume of the I'M
known impressed them by its good taste.
Hello. an angel exclaimed one Of the
two.
His costume isn't worth much now,
but he's got mighty pretty face all the
same. Hello, friend. Hello, Mustn't go
to sleep before everybody else. Wake upI
stand up
The angel opened his great eyes, the Ill
vine luster of which greatly surprised tus
two young men, and asked
'What do you want HE 10 dos''
Come along with us, angel miner'
But where I'm dying with fatigue
Ali il you only knew ! am hungry"
Come, then-come right along You've
not got n cent. chs That doesn't matter:
Wen make some pancakes and you'll have
all you want. Come alung-we're heeied,
we are"
DaZed, full Of aches, and almost with
out force, the angel accompanied his two
right good fellows after all; and, leaning
upon an arm of each, like child he rose
up and went with them everywhere it
pleased them TO 20.
We shall not recount what took place at
the opera house. Suffice to say that the
singular traveller in the strange costume,
tipsy with punches and other sorts of
drinks, attended without any idea of what
ha .vt,-
at one of the Boulevard restaurants.
He was the great attraction Of that
stupid and bestial orgie. His superhu- !
man beauty filled the women with stupe-
faction and with jealousy.
Hes real baby screamed a beauty
with jet black eyes-''he must have some !
'nilkr'
But instead Of milk they made him
swallow torrents Of champagne-'.just |
for fun
The frightful drunkenness Of this fan
tastic and magnificent creature WAS long |
a subject of mirth for the spreers of the |,
on their nights Of extraya-
gance.
Finally the angel completely tagged out, |
lay at full length asleep upon the table |
cloth; his wings, which had become hor- |
we're lying in pools Of spilled wine and in |
puddles If melted ice cream; he had salad |
In his hair.
Toward morning the ladies-just to |
amuse themselves while waiting for the |
hour of their departure-amused them
selves 10y plucking the wings Of the sleep |
ing angel.
He did not utter a cry, never moved. |
anh IN Sl..4,. uviFh his ynnnfh |
fearfully open-like al animal Oh heap |
Of garbage.
When the sun shot his golden arrows /
into the private supper room where this /
night episode had taken place, it !
there, upon a table which |
looked like a mountain of refuse, shape |
less thing resembling some sort Of ignoble |
fowl.
1t was the plucked angel.
In a wild desert, far away from Paris, |
five years after the occurrences we have |
described, the same singular traveller |
whom a northern train had SO myster- |
iously brought to the capital one Mardi |
Gras. was kneeling at sunset on the still |
burning pebbles.
He was praying with ardor. He cried |
out as he Frustrated himself:
MY God! have l not even yet been |
chastised for my fatal curios- |
ity' You indeed permitted me to visit !
that earth which had watched SO eagerly
from the heights of heaven; for the time |
Of love had blossomed in my heart, and / !
wanted 10 see the daughters of men-fool
that i was! Alas! ! have sinned; but l
repentI Forgive me Oh! Father,-let
me return to you! Give me power TO fly
to you againr'
And the angel said this-his eyes made /,
rel by weeping, his form meager and yei- !
low, trembling all the while with a vast
the most poignant regret.
1t was the twilight hour. Night, the
the protecfress, was coming,
bearing with her peace and hope. And as
the angel arose, he saw the vague shadow
of his own wings outlined at his side, in
the last lingering light Of day
With an ineNpressible thrill of mingled
10Y and fear. he took the fine points Of his
wings between his pale fingers.
Aud he saw-O, moment of bliss-he
saw that the feathers had begun to grow
out again, white and strong!-Ernest d.
Hervilly ly.-Translated from the French for
New Orleans Times-Democrat.